Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

It's believed that it won't be long before Cui Ming establishes himself in the world of supernatural beings and politics in the island nation.

After that, things will be much easier...

Thinking of this, Cui Ming glanced at the Thunder Beast.

"I hope you understand the task I assigned to you earlier."

Thunder Beast grinned.

"Understood. Those within the Curse Binding Society who know the inside story are all afraid of death and becoming puppets. If they have fear in their hearts, it will be much easier to deal with them."

Moreover, they had been under the command of the Great God for so many years, and had long harbored resentment.

"As long as I step forward and tell them they can break free from my control, they'll all rush to come."

Cui Ming nodded.

This is exactly what he wanted.

Thunder Beast suddenly thought of something and asked.

"My lord, what if the Great God awakens after I return?"

Cui Ming looked at him, his tone calm.

Even if he wakes up, it won't help; he won't be able to find you.

The contract between you and him has been severed; he can no longer sense your presence.

Thunder Beast breathed a sigh of relief.

That's what he's most worried about.

Bai Lian quickly completed the transformation of the four people.

The four of them stood up, stretched their bodies, and felt more relaxed than ever before.

The contractual mark that had followed them for so many years had disappeared.

"Lord."

All four people knelt down at the same time.

Cui Ming waved his hand, signaling them to get up.

He walked to the cave entrance and looked out at the night.

In the distance, towards the direction of Osaka Castle, a few faint lights can still be seen.

"Osaka Castle must be very lively right now."

Cui Ming said.

Thunder Beast, standing behind him, continued.

"That old man from the Yagyu family must be furious."

Cui Ming smiled but didn't reply.

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The morning at Osaka Castle was much quieter than usual.

The bloodstains on the street have been washed away, but the knife marks and bullet holes on the walls remain.

Several wrecked horse-drawn carriages lay overturned at the alley entrance, their wheels pointing skyward.

A long queue stretched out in front of the pharmacy on the street corner, mostly with ordinary people wrapped in bandages. Occasionally, someone would hurry by carrying a stretcher, the person on the stretcher pale-faced, their condition unknown.

The affluent areas in the south of the city recovered quickly.

Servants were sweeping up the rubble in front of the door, and several craftsmen were climbing ladders to repair the windows.

Occasionally a car would drive by, and the people inside would glance out the window before looking away expressionlessly.

To them, last night's events were nothing more than a minor disturbance.

It's just a few deaths, nothing serious.

The atmosphere at the Yagyu family mansion, however, was not so relaxed.

Yagyu Muneyoshi knelt in the center of the dojo, with a katana in front of him.

The sword was already drawn, with several small nicks on the blade, left from the battle with the Thunder Beast.

He stared at the gaps without saying a word.

Footsteps sounded outside the door. A young man knelt outside the door and whispered.

"Master, we've found out. That Yamashita Akira left Osaka last night."

Yagyu Muneyoshi raised his head.

"When?"

"Before Kyokotsu was kidnapped, they left in such a hurry that even the hotel staff didn't notice. They left behind only a few letters, which were then passed on to various parties."

Yagyu Muneyoshi remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

What did the letter say?

The young man hesitated for a moment.

"They said they decided to continue their journey to Tokyo to seek refuge in order to escape the Cursed Bound Society's pursuit. They expressed their gratitude for the hospitality shown to them by all parties in Osaka and pledged to repay the favor in the future."

Yagyu Muneyoshi gave a cold laugh.

"Repay? He certainly knows how to play the game."

He stood up and walked to the window.

In the courtyard, several cherry trees had already shed all their leaves, their bare branches stretching towards the sky.

"Where's Kyokotsu? Has it been found?"

The young man shook his head.

"No. After Kyokotsu disappeared, we sent people to search all the underground passages nearby, but we found nothing."

The forces that fought against Kyokotsu before couldn't be found to have any trace of them either, as if... they never existed at all.

Yagyu Muneyoshi did not turn around, but simply said calmly.

"Continue the investigation. We need to find the person, alive or dead."

The young man responded and left.

The dojo fell silent again.

Yagyu Muneyoshi looked down at the katana, his fingers gently tracing the notch on the blade.

These gaps were left by the Thunder Beast's lightning.

That old monster who has lived for four hundred years actually appeared in Osaka and actually attacked a young man.

Akira Yamashita, who exactly are you?

At the same time, at the headquarters of the Osaka Chamber of Commerce, Masao Yamada was sitting in his office with a letter in front of him.

The letter was left by Akira Yamashita; it was politely worded and humble in tone.

The letter expressed gratitude for the hospitality of the Osaka Chamber of Commerce and stated that they would repay the favor in the future.

A small smiley face was drawn at the end of the signature.

Masao Yamada looked at that smiling face and gave a wry smile.

He originally planned to help Yamashita Akira when he was driven to the brink by the Cursed Association, in exchange for the agency rights to those jewels.

Unexpectedly, the person didn't need his help at all and ran away on their own.

And they ran away completely, leaving not a single hair behind.

"President, should we continue the investigation?"

The secretary asked from outside the door.

Masao Yamada crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"What's the point of investigating? They've already escaped. What's the point of chasing after them?"

The secretary dared not ask any more questions and quietly withdrew.

Masao Yamada leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

With Yamashita Akira running away, he can forget about getting his jewels.

That's fine, though, it saves us from a direct conflict with the Curse-Binding Society.

He didn't want to provoke those old monsters.

The news spread very quickly.

In less than a day, news of Akira Yamashita's departure from Osaka spread throughout the Kansai region and then along the railway to Tokyo.

Reactions varied from party to party.

Some people felt regretful, thinking they had missed the opportunity to get to know this young man.

Some people were relieved, feeling that one less troublesome person had been eliminated.

Some people secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

With Shan Xiaming gone, his glittering jewelry will no longer impact the market, and their traditional religious artifact business can continue.

The most frustrated were the organizations that were waiting to help Yamashita Akira when he was desperate.

They were shrewd; they planned to drive Yamashita Akira to a dead end once he was bound by the curse.

If I step in to save him again, I can do him a favor, get the agency rights for those jewelry pieces, and who knows, I might even take him in as my dog.

But now that the person has run away, their plans have all fallen through.

In Tokyo, at the Tsuchimikado main family.

Tsuchimikado Yasuzumi sat in his study, clutching the thumb ring that Yamashita Akira had left for Yasunaga.

The pale blue light swirled slowly within, possessing a fatal attraction for those with supernatural abilities.